Face down in the Cuyahoga,
Just the way you planned
I’m running out of breath,
And you can’t help but laugh
Mr. Big Shot thinks he got the last laugh,
But will soon realize his fate
Grab you by your greasy mane
My pleasure comes from your pain
With a 14 inch blade in your mouth
You don’t have much to say
Watching you die slowly
There’s nothing that compares
Your blood is on my hands
For once, I’m satisfied
Your carcass... My trophy
Your anguish... My glory
